Going to the Barn.....

The trip to NJ was uneventful, tho there was great potential for waywardness in taking flatlander Cape Codders off the sandbar. Jill, the bitch in the box voice of the GPS, kept us in line...even with her smarmy 're~calculating' announcement at every pit stop. We arrived at the farm to meet Robin about 9:30. There were horses in nearly every corral, where was Sage? Our eyes scanned the pens hoping we would recognize her. Robin had warned us that Sage had not fared well at her wintering barn. She was thin and had been bitten a bit by her pasture mates: geldings, I was told, that she tried to seduce. We spotted Robin, already hard at work with muck rake in hand and wheelbarrow near the barn entrance. We introduced ourselves and Robin brought us up to speed with the barn inhabitants and their individual stories. Bear with me as many of the details are lost in my brain, but there were 2 adult mustang mares and 1 mustang gelding in a large paddock at the right edge of the property. The 2 mares, Skye and Reno, belong to Robin and the gelding was an adoptee that Robin was training. His name was Gus, and he was fearful of nearly everything. Later, I nicknamed him Guts. He is one of Robin's current challenges.



There was a 'baby' in the training pen. Little mud pods on her side. Robin called her " Mocha". She is another of Robin's challenges. She has a bit of an aggression issue when told no, so the mud pods will have to wait til a more compliant day. She looked fat and happy, and only slightly aloof. ( edited: 05/24/09: She is now gentled and adoptable!)



The larger pen on the left of the barn property was next to explore. In it were a group of babies of various colors, some sporting flymasks, which Steven was a bit confused about their purpose. I later learned that they were all mares, 1-3 years old, and there was one more horse, a taller mare: Sage.